Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I laughed, feeling relief. Joy. Hope again.
“You ready to go home?”
“Yes.”
“You want to go home now?”
She nodded, leaning her head on my chest. “I walked.”
“Me too. We’ll get a cab.”
“M’kay.”
I stood as she said goodbye to her friends, trying not to laugh. They’d all been indulging in tequila shots, and the over-the-top affection was rampant. Hugs and kisses. “See you Mondays” were exchanged. Lots of “I love you, girl.” I tried to recall if I was that way when drunk. It rarely happened, and usually, it was to forget something painful. I was pretty sure I didn’t tell Brett or Stefano I loved them.
They’d never let me hear the end of it if I had.
I couldn’t help my smugness at the comments from her friends.
“Oh, this is him.”
“Hannah, you dark horse. You never said he was so handsome.”
“Oh my God, no wonder. I’d take him over Dan too.”
My favorite, though, was, “Oh, this is your man?”
I wanted to be her man.
Outside, waiting for the cab, I chuckled as she leaned into me.
“Talking about me, were you?”
“No.”
“I see. They just all were making up stories?” I teased.
“I may have said one or two things. Just that you were nice.”
I helped her into the back of the cab, bending down and pressing my mouth to hers again.
“I am more than nice, Cinnamon. And we’re gonna talk about that.”
I shut the door before she could respond and climbed in on the other side. I knew the driver from the garage, and we chatted on the five-minute drive. He laughed and waved me off when I asked him the fare. “You do lots of extras for me. It’s on the house—I didn’t even bother with the meter.”
I pressed some money into his hand. “Buy the kids a pizza,” I insisted. I knew he worked two jobs to make ends meet.
“Thanks, Chase.”
I helped a half-asleep Hannah from the back, and we walked up the sidewalk to the door. “You’re such a good guy,” she mumbled. “No wonder I want you.”
I almost face-planted right there, but I managed to stay upright and get her into the house. I took her to her room, knowing our conversation needed to wait.
“Get ready for bed. I’ll get you some water and Tylenol. You’re going to need them.”
In my room, I stripped and pulled on some sweats and a T-shirt, then went to the kitchen and got the water. I brought the pills from my medicine cabinet. Standing in her doorway, it was all I could do not to laugh. She was on the bed, her shirt pulled halfway over her head, obviously caught somewhere. I could tell she’d been tussling with it, then gave up. I walked in and set down the water and pills and, with a gentle tug, got her shirt off.
I tried not to notice how her breasts filled the lacy cups of her camisole. How soft and inviting they looked. Her nipples hardened at the change in temperature, and I bit back my groan. I wanted to fall to my knees and suck one into my mouth. Taste it. Taste her all over.
But we had to talk first, and she was in no condition to do so.
I looked around for her nightgown. It was lacy and pretty, and it drove me to distraction the one time I saw it. But I couldn’t find it, so I pulled off my shirt and tugged it over her, covering her torso before I gave in to temptation. I pushed her back on the bed and divested her of the skirt she’d been wearing. I put it on the chair behind me, turning around, the breath catching in my throat. Laid out on her bed, wearing my shirt and a pair of pretty pink lacy underwear, she was a vision. Already hard, my cock kicked inside my pants, wanting out. Wanting her. It took everything in me to get her in the right place and under the covers. I went into her bathroom, running warm water over a facecloth and returning to the bed. I wiped the cloth over her cheeks and forehead, recalling how she told me once she never went to bed without washing her face first. I had no idea which of the many products on her shelf she used, so this would have to do.
“Hmm, that feels nice.”
I tossed the facecloth into the hamper, then returned to the bed.
I tapped her lips. “Open, Hannah.”
She smiled, running her hand along my thigh. “You got something for me, big man?”
My cock almost burst through my sweats, and I held back my moan.
“Yeah, Cinnamon. Something you really need.”
She frowned as I pressed the pills to her tongue, urging her to drink the cold water. She swallowed and frowned. I wiped at the droplets by her lips, unable to stop my groan as she licked my fingers.